Commit the oldest sins the newest kind of ways.
I may command where I adore.
Let's all cry peace, freedom, and liberty!
Where shall we three meet again in thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly 's done, when the battle 's lost and won
Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.
Thou hast seen a farmer's dog bark at a beggar? And the creature run from the cur. There thou mightst behold the great image of authority-a dog's obeyed in office.